With a Knife to the Side Chapter 1, a silmarillion fanfic
[ad_1] Do not own Silmarillion. His mouth tasted like blood sneaking down his throat and hardened resolve sinking into his skin. The stone was cold along the ridges of his taut shoulders. His muscles were tight, so much so that he was shaking, and were visible through his skin. “You test my patience, Umbarto.” “Isn’t that what I always do?” he hissed out through the pulsing pain of the blood trickling down from the shallow wound on his side. “Yes.” It was said in such annoyance that the elf couldn’t help but smirk. “Sometimes I wonder if the wrong son of Fëanor was left on those ships.” His breath caught. What did that mean? “I wonder if Amras was the one asleep if he had been abandoned on the first ship, to burn and die a horrible death, condemned by his own father… I wonder if your little brother would have screamed for me.” That was a line Raiqifëa wasn’t allowed to cross. Amrod could weather the pain and taunts in silence; he could bear to hear his mother-name on his torturer’s breath; he could even accept the quiet version of his brother-in-law, the soft, pained one, that he hid […] More